*this is by primary school me, AKA 9-11 yr old me?
The serene crystal clear water,
Watching, waiting,
Calm placid waves lap up against sandy shores,
Playful dolphins leaped up from tranquil water posing for the sun,
As light pierced through peaceful water,
Like a diamond worth millions,
The graceful mysterious stingray,
So beautiful but so deadly,
Camouflaged below the shallow water,
Moving so elegantly through the sea,
Like a butterfly,
Shading into the sand beneath the ocean,
The venomous tail of the stingray,
Raging fiercely onto its prey,
Poisoning its target,
Oblivious of what happens on the sea bed,
Lapis blue water turns blood red.
The beautiful stingray,
Hovered over the coral like a UFO gliding across a moonless night,
Filling its prey to the brim of fright,
As it swiftly drifted across the water.
Perfect people, do they truly exist?
I have always know of real people's twist;
Hatred cum flaws for being so,
Yet share enough love to foe
Who they owe none or should be in the list.
actually aware that times are changing
i go back to the norm and the gravely familiar
comfort and warmth there works for me
regardless of all that i am obviously missing
that is, until i decided to grab some of the keys and turn some of the locks
the amazement of the ease of all the experiences and the life skills and life lessons learned brought forth unexpected regrets that were already there as an invisible, gripping pain
before i get to old, i think that i will blow the off the dust and clean off the rust of some of the remaining keys
once i see what is on the other side of some of those remaining doors, i may keep going and change my name to sam beckett
actually more clarified that my time is running out much quicker than my sleepy mind thinks
i'm a small flower
a seed gifted to you by the universe
meant to grow under your care
flourish
people don't like getting seeds
they don't want to plant them
to care for them
to be responsible
they'd rather have a fully grown flower
no work, easy
put water in a vase, leave it to wilt
slowly watching it die
only watching
not interacting
as life slips away
why didn't you try to save me?
i could've been so beautiful
if only you wanted to plant me
help me grow
care
people don't really like getting flowers
flowers die
i died
why am i temporary in everyone's life?
What is this love we seek to find and hold?
It twists and contorts, resistant to enfold.
A surprising elusive shadow, that pops up from the mist?
When we least expect it, to enlist when kissed.
This love actually, defies logic and common sense!
For whom we love, truly deeply is beyond any pretense,
Any hope that its stickiness can be shed,
With a flick, a kick, a denial, once, twice said.
Love is persistent, won't go away, or fade.
Its inception is the exception that once made,
Is burned or carved into a tree trunk or rock,
As an emblem, a shout, broadcast around the clock.
For love is a joy, a delightful happenstance!
A meeting by chance, then with poise, to prance and dance.
Eyes teleporting in zig zags
Spamming like daggers
Humanoid skull
Veins expanding out
Skeleton hand orbiting
Soul screaming
Love burning
Shrouded in darkness
It's hard to frame it in a picture
It's hard to add it in a mixture
Abstract emotions are swelling behind the light of my
retinas
Demonic angels i guess
A challenge to a game of chess
I'll chant a curse and I'll bless it
Abstractually speaking
("Peyote Dreams", 2018, original encaustic)
Freedom
Freedom blah blah blah
Say the b*tches in heat
Drawn forever to follow
What is merely their meat
Freedom they say,
but clearly don’t know
What they possibly mean
When their life is all show
Now liberty waits
Once you awake
It may seem so simple
It may seem so fake
But it’s real I tell you
And it comes from the heart
A heart filled with courage
To a brain that is smart.
(8/24/24)
A full moon
shinning
light on the
ocean is an
ultrasound of
the womb.
It’s the little things,
that remind me of my aunt,
and how in some unusual way,
she may still be alive,
if only in the memory,
a passing morning train,
tea bags splaying suddenly,
from unopened cupboards,
I’d actually forgotten somehow,
her favourite cup and saucer,
with cracks down the side,
pictures strewn in drawers,
redolent of precious moments,
framed photos in hallways,
that move without a reason,
car keys with fobs,
that gather sand dune blobs,
onion dome shaped artefacts,
for a chosen tartan table top,
that cast away diary,
which kept the gleam,
in those expressive eyes of hers
A shaggy dog espied a graceful cat
She arched her back, he fell flat
on his jowls, she pivoted - nose up
His paws akimbo, Shaggy arfed
Wait, dear cat, I can explain that
But Graceful didn't miss a stride
After all, she had her pride
Who needs a mangy mutt who falls
she thought, a dame like me must be bought
Now Shaggy may be clumsy, but he's not deaf
He heard Graceful mewing under her breath
She loves me sure, Shaggy felt
His tender heart, her icy exterior would melt
So Shaggy scrambled after her, closing in fast
When he drew close, she turned around at last
It was then that he saw Graceful's face up close
"Adios," he cried
~ Her whiskers were caespitose
Do you like me?
Honestly,
And I don’t mean romantically.
Cause you say we’re friends
But it feels like
When I walk into a room you leave
And your touching me almost constantly
On days you feel like touch
But you slap my hand and move away
At even just a brush
You squeeze my cheeks
And smack my head
Insult me with a smile
But is it really friendly banter
Or am I just in denial?
Because when we hug
And share music
I feel like I could fly
You truly are my best friend here
Without you I would die
But when you brush me off again
Or randomly start to fight me
I can not stop myself from thinking
Do you even actually like me?
Never gave it a single seconds thought
What love in fact actually is
Why on earth would i
Merely just took it for granted
As I hope you did to
No need for word
The silent word is true perfection
Wins out and comes out hopefully
Because we actually do
Never ever questioned it at all
Neither did you thankfully either
That to me is my true definition
Of love after all
No hidden catch , No strings attached
Just Free - Love
A Bond
That only Death alone can break
But in effect all what that really does
Is make that bond grow even stronger
And last and live forevermore on
As some bond's such as love
Are unbreakable
If it is real and true love
You are lucky enough to have experienced
Otherwise how on earth would you know
You couldn't that simply isn't possible
Actually Going Outside
We decide to do the cliff walk
from Bray to Greystones
even though the day is grey
and the heavy clouds are low overhead
with a distinct possibility that it will bucket out of the skies
but we don’t care
because we’ve set aside the day for this
and a few pissy showers aren’t going to stop us
from making the journey along the winding Wicklow coastline
because we promised ourselves we’d do it
and we want to stick to our guns this time
because we’ve spent too long putting things off
and wasting our time on Facebook and You Tube
and prevaracation
and telling our friends
all the interesting things we do when in reality
it’s a virtual reality we’re fabricating that is more or less
an entangled mass of tissued stories and tall tales
and posed-for selfies
to delude ourselves and others
that we have an actual life
but not this time
because
this time
we are actually going outside.
Goes with someone but leaves alone, he lives in denial but hopes for a sweet alright, dreams have stopped he burns the midnight oil, afraid to sleep consciously he chases the dawn, he smiles and hides, slides his hand collects his bite and leaves everything behind.
She is thankful she is wise, pretends to be nice sometimes her smile suffices otherwise swings on an extended olive branch to make amends on her side, the glint in her eyes staring at the fork in the road she chooses to walk alone in broad daylight, leaves a message, all good in hindsight.
Actually, I like Russia
But want her to join Asia:
Doesn’t really belong to Europe;
Like she is there tired with a rope:
So much Asian bravado:
Others under my shadow!
Shall I forget her Brezhnev
To Cowboy Reagan, Quite Brave
Or her Yuri Andropov
Whom you couldn’t say was ‘Dove’
Then, they were dying much fast
Chernenko could not quite last
Also, like Russian Ruble
But from her sensing trouble
When efforts Russians double
To Dollar change with Ruble …
Actually, some friends’ gossip
But persons whose tongues don’t slip.
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